Insta Lovers: A Collection of Steamy Novellas

by J. L. Beck

  Jesus. I didn’t mean to let my emotions over all this show but there’s just no hiding the bubble of fury threatening to implode inside me. She’s so perfect, so sweet, and kind...I just don’t understand how her parents could toss her to the wolves like they did.

  “Are you okay?” She whispers. There isn’t an ounce of fear flickers in her gaze, and I’m thankful for that.

  “No, I’m so fucking mad at your parents for putting you through this. I wish I would have found you sooner...saved you from their stupid plan.” I exhale, cleaning up my mess, and by the time I take my seat again, my anger has simmered to a slow boil.

  “Why do they think they can control you like that anyway?” Then it hits me...“Wait, how old are you?”

  “Don’t worry,” she giggles, “I’m not underage. I’ve been eighteen for a few months now. As for why I let them control me. I don’t let them do anything. It’s either follow their strict rules or face the consequences.”

  “What kind of consequences?” I ask even though I don’t really want to know. If her father hurt her, or that bastard of a fiancé touched her I’ll destroy them. I don’t care if it was in the past or not, she’s mine and no one lays a finger on her...no one.

  “Usually they would just lock me in my bedroom for days. Take away my belongings as if they mattered to me or something. I didn’t want anything that they bought me.” I almost sigh in relief at her response.

  “Why didn’t you just leave when you turned eighteen?”

  She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, and I hope she doesn’t think I’m judging her, because I’m not. I just want to know her story, what happened and how I can make her life better.

  “Because I was even more scared of the outside world. I had nowhere to go. No place to live. No money in my pocket and because of my parents I didn’t even have any friends. Running away would’ve been a death sentence. The only reason I ran today was because I’d much rather live on the streets then be forced to marry that man.”

  “Well, now you have me, and you don’t have to worry about ever being alone again. I’ll never let you go; never make you feel like you aren’t exactly what I need or want.”

  I watch her eat her sandwich and make it through half of the other one before placing it down onto the plate. She pats her belly with a satisfied grin and I feel like I’m a fucking god in that moment. I’ve pleased her in the bedroom, filled her belly with food, and now I plan to do it all over again.

  “I can’t eat a single bite more. I’m stuffed,” She announces.

  “Alright. Then let's go cuddle up on the couch for a little bit. I’ll rub your belly for you.” I take both of our plates and deposit them into the sink before leading her into the spacious living room. It’s not often I use the space, since most of the time I’m working but with Ivy now living here I think it’ll get its full usage.

  I flop down onto the couch pulling her down on top of me. Moving her across my lap, I start rubbing small circles over her stomach.

  She closes her eyes and cradles her head into the crook of my arm.

  “This feels nice,” she announces sleepily, and I know it won’t be long before she’s snoring in my arms. I watch her for a long time, and even after she’s fallen asleep, I continue admiring her beautiful face and perfect body.

  I watch her chest rise and fall in a slow even pace until my own eyelids are too heavy to keep open. The last thing I remember thinking before completely drifting off is that I hope that this is really real and she’ll be still in my arm when I wake up.

  39

  Ivy

  Warmth blankets me and I know I’m secure, protected even before I open my eyes. Bishops strong arms are wrapped around me and the steady beating of his heart beneath my ear resonates through me.

  When I finally blink open my eyes, I see him and my heart squeezes in my chest. I’m still in his lap, just like I was when I fell asleep. He must have held me all night, because there is light fluttering in from the window letting me know that it is now morning. I wiggle in his arms a bit and realize I have to pee.

  Ugh, I wish I could stay laying here in his arms forever. Unfortunately, my bladder is screaming at me.

  Moving as slow as I can, I try to sit up, but as soon as I move Bishops arms tighten around me, his eyes fly open and he pulls me to his chest instinctively as if he's scared someone will try to take me from him.

  His eyes scan the room and only when he realizes no one else is here does he relax. His gaze drops to my face and the look in his eyes is a mixture of possessive need, and hunger. It makes me shiver.

  “Don’t worry I was only trying to go to the bathroom,” I mumble, “I wasn't going to run away.” I hope my response soothes the anxiety I’m sure he’s feeling.

  He loosens his grip but doesn't let me go until after he presses a kiss to my forehead.

  “Wouldn't matter if you tried to run, Bambi.” He rasps just as I wiggle off his lap. A groan escapes from his throat and pleasure zings straight to my core at the sound.

  “Why's that?” I ask fluttering my eye lashes.

  “Because you wouldn’t get far...I wouldn't let you go. I told you that already. You're mine...forever.”

  “And you're mine,” I reply walking back toward the bedroom. I use the bathroom, noticing then I'm still a little sore from the intense sex we shared earlier. It was far more than intense. It was more like a complete out of body experience.

  And though I have nothing to compare it too I know it was great because the look in Bishops eyes confirmed it…

  I felt my heart start to beat for two the moment he slipped inside me.

  Washing my hands, I look over my reflection in the mirror. I still look very much the same, my blonde hair cascaded down my back, my eyes are a bright and my cheeks are full and pink. Everything is the same just with an added glow.

  And strange enough I feel complete, most likely because I've finally found someone to love. More importantly someone who loves me back...someone worth marrying.

  I skip from the bedroom and find Bishop in the same spot I left him. As I approach him my pussy starts to quiver.

  Fuck. I want to climb him like a tree. I want to ride him until he comes inside me.

  “Are you sore, Bambi, or do you think your pretty pussy can handle a nice slow fucking.”

  I nibble on my bottom lip, “I’m sore...but I still want you.”

  I wonder if he can tell how badly I want him, how much he turns me on. My arousal dribbles down my thighs, and it’s as if my body knows what's going to happen next. A slow grin pulls at Bishops lips, and a burning need coats my insides as I get closer to him. He looks like an animal ready to pounce on its prey, but even as I stand right in front of him, he remains seated, his hands fisted at his sides as he awaits my next move.

  I can see the thick outline of his cock inside his shorts, and the need to pleasure him with my mouth as he pleasured me clings to my insides. Without even thinking I drop down to my knees in front of him.

  “Fuck, you want to suck my big fat cock?”

  I lick my lips and nod my head. “Yes...yes please,” I respond innocently. My pussy throbs as I move my hands to the waistband of his shorts. My hands shake nervously, and I hope that I can make this good for him.

  “It’s so beautiful to see you on your knees, Bambi, to see you so eager to suck my cock.” His words give me the courage to keep going and slowly with his help of course I peel the shorts down his legs. His hardened cock springs free and remains standing as if it’s waiting for my pussy to own it.

  “I’ve never…” I keep my eyes on his swollen member.

  “Just take your time...you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Bambi.” Bishops voice softens and I move my eyes away from his cock and up to his eyes. In those deep green depths, I see hunger and adoration swirl together.

  He wants me to suck his cock, but he won’t pressure me to do it and that only makes me want to do it more. I want to please him...I
need to please him.

  “I want to though. Will you...guide me?”

  Bishop tips his head back and I can see the tightness in his jaw and for a moment I worry I may have angered him, but then he looks back down at me and all I see is a possessive need reflecting back at me.

  He’s not angry, he wants me, he wants me so badly it’s probably hurting him, and for some reason that excites me more.

  “Your innocence is going to kill me, Bambi,” he growls as I reach for his cock, wrapping my hand around the silky flesh. I swipe my thumb across the head, spreading a bead of pre-cum across it. My insides quiver with need when I start to move my hand up and down his steel shaft. Bishop releases a moan with every stroke, encouraging me to continue.

  As soon as I have the motion down with my hands, I push up onto my knees more and suck the velvety head of his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue over the head, and up and down the slit while I continue to work his length.

  “Oh god...your mouth feels like heaven, like fucking heaven, Bambi,” Bishop growls. His big hands weave into my hair, stroking the strands, but it isn’t long before he’s gripping onto it, guiding my head up and down, causing slivers of pleasure to zing down my spine as he makes me take more and more of him into my mouth.

  “Fuck...fuck...fuck…” he swears, and I sink down, choking on his length. My eyes start to water, then he pulls me off of him by the hair. I release him from my mouth with a loud pop, and drool slips out the side of my mouth. I wipe it with the back of my hand as I look up at him, trying to determine what I did wrong.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Bambi. You did nothing wrong. You sucked the life out of me. But I don’t want to come inside your mouth. Get that pink pussy up here. I want to stretch it with my fingers and see how wet you are after sucking my cock like a dirty little girl.”

  I shiver and do as he says. It takes a second for him to rip his shirt off my body, leaving me completely naked on his lap. I can feel his steel hard cock stuck between us, and I grind my pussy along it, sliding up and down the length.

  “Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” Bishop says, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth. “Can’t wait to get my rock-hard cock in your tight pussy, can you?” All I can do is moan. There’s no word in this world to describe the pleasure I’m feeling right now.

  I slide up and down his length with ease, my arousal coating us both.

  “You want me to come in that tight little hole? You want me to fill you up with my come, Bambi?”

  “Ahhh, Bishop…” I cry out, moving my hips faster, his hardened length rubbing onto my clit with every long stroke. My toes curl, and my nails sink into his muscled shoulders as I feel the distinct building of an orgasm wash over me.

  “Come for me, Ivy. Show me how much you want me deep inside you.”

  I move faster and faster, until I feel nothing—nothing but blinding pleasure. It slams into me like a hurricane making landfall, the waves crashing against the beach fiercely. My entire body shakes, and my thighs squeeze together as my release gushes out of me and onto Bishop’s cock. Without warning, he grabs onto my hips with bruising force, lifting me, causing his cock to escape the hold between our bodies. With it standing at attention, he slams me down onto it. My entire core clenches, pleasure and pain zinging through me as Bishop wraps his arms around me and holds me to his chest, thrusting his hips into my center, claiming me with every single inch of his cock.

  “Come with me, Bambi. Clamp onto my shaft, squeeze me real tight. I want to feel those walls tighten around me…” His dirty words add to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

  “Bishop…” I blissfully whisper into the air as he continues his relentless pace. My chest heaves, my muscles tighten, and my core throbs. With one arm still wrapped around me like a steel band, Bishop takes his other and lands a hard slap against my ass. At first, I squeal, the sting of the pain outweighing the pleasure, but when he massages it away and slaps against, I feel something else: a deep thump, an added zing.

  “You like when I slap your ass, don’t you? You want me to paint that creamy white ass cheek red?”

  All I can do is moan as I fall apart, my forehead resting against his shoulder. He presses a hard kiss against the side of my head while keeping me in place as his cock impales me over and over again.

  “I’m coming. I’m going to fill that cunt with my cream—fill it right up…” Seconds later, his dick throbs deep within my core as his own release coats me from the inside out.

  I can’t even open my eyes for a moment. All I can do is let my body sag against his. My limbs feel like my bones have turned to liquid, and my brain feels like it’s in a deep fog.

  “Fuck, Ivy… that was…I don’t even have words.” I know what he means. I don’t have words to describe what we just experienced either.

  We sit like this for a few minutes, our bodies completely intertwined, his cock still inside me, my legs wrapped around him, and my arms holding him as close as I can while our combined juices coat us.

  Bishop starts moving first, but all he does is stroke his fingers across my back. The gentle touch feels amazing, the total opposite of what we just did, but powerful in its own way. I still can’t believe how my life has changed in just the last twenty-four hours. How different my life would be now if I hadn’t left the church or all but ran into Bishop.

  “How come you were in the alley at the church yesterday?” I ask, peeking up at him through my blonde strands.

  “I was going to check out a new tattoo shop a block away from there. They just opened and I wanted to see how they were doing.”

  “Why?”

  “To check out the new competition. I own a tattoo shop on the other end of town. My buddy just opened up that one, and I wanted to check out his gig.” I kinda feel bad for ruining his plans, but then again, I don’t. Meeting him is what saved me.

  “I’ve never been to a tattoo shop. Obviously, I don’t have a tattoo...you would have found it by now.”

  “I’ll take you sometime, but I’m not done claiming you yet. I’ll be taking every single hole on your body before we leave this house.”

  My core throbs at the thought, and I bat my eyes at him. “I’m fine with that—the fucking and the waiting to leave the house. All I want to do is stay here with you and go wherever you go.”

  “Good, because I feel the same way. Now, let’s go take a shower. You made a very big mess, Bambi.” He slaps my ass again, but not nearly as hard as he did while we were having sex.

  We get up, my skin peeling off his. I follow him to the shower where we wash up. Just like he did earlier, he washes me, takes care of me—shows me how much he loves me without words. When he is done, I take the washcloth from him and do the same. Cleaning his whole body while massaging all the tight muscles as I go.

  We rinse off, and Bishop gets out to grab the towels. He wraps me up in one before drying himself off, and I wonder if he knows how much that small gesture means to me.

  “No one’s ever done for me, what you just did.”

  “No one’s ever handed you a towel? I mean, I would hope not. You shouldn’t be taking a shower with anyone else.” He smirks, and I punch him softly in the bicep.

  “That’s not what I mean. I mean, in the past, no one’s ever put me first. You always make sure I’m taken care of before you take care of yourself. Just like when you gave me your sandwich. You fed me before feeding yourself. You washed me before washing yourself. You wrapped me up in a towel before grabbing your own.”

  “That’s how it should be, and always will be, Ivy. I promise I will always put you first, no matter the circumstance. That’s what love is all about.” He leans down to kiss me, water dripping from his hair onto the tip of my nose.

  “I’m gonna shave. Why don’t you go climb into our bed and wait for me. We can cuddle and watch some TV or even a couple movies for the rest of the day.”

  “That sounds perfect,” I respond before walking back into the bedroom. I
t’s such a mundane thing to do, but it’s with him, and something I never got to do. TV was forbidden, and I was only allowed to call or text the approved numbers my parents set.

  I throw the towel into the laundry hamper in the corner and slide under the soft blanket without putting any clothes on. There is a large flat screen TV hanging on the wall above the dresser. I grab the remote from the nightstand and turn it on.

  I flip through the channels aimlessly, not finding anything of interest. I almost turn it back off when I land on a local news channel. I freeze, blinking my eyes to make sure I’m not seeing things. It’s me, on TV. A picture of me with a headline talking about a kidnapping. Kidnapped? They think I was kidnapped?

  “Bishop...I need you to come look at this.” Panic grips onto me with a vengeance.

  He runs in a second later, shaving cream still coating half his face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I point to the TV and watch his face as he takes in the pictures moving across them.

  “Well, shit…”

  “I need to call them, tell them to call this search off.” I shake my head, attempting to understand what the hell they’re thinking.

  Bishop frowns, but picks up his cell from the nightstand and unlocks the screen for me. “Here, but don’t let them talk down to you. Tell them you won’t have them controlling you anymore. You are your own person. Don’t let them tell you anything else. You decide what to do with your life…unless you decide to leave me, then you leave me no choice other than to tie you to the bed.” He grins.

  “I won't leave you. Nothing they can or will say to me will change that. I’ve known them my whole life and they’ve treated me like crap. You’ve known for a few hours and have treated me like royalty in comparison.” I take the phone from his hand and dial my mom’s number with a heavy heart. I don’t feel like I’m ready to face my parents yet.

  I know exactly what they are going to say. How they’re going to act.

  “Do you want me to give you some privacy?”